Sunday evening, it's time to sleep
Monday starts another week
Tuesday I am out with a swing
Hard at work doing my thing,
Wednesday I am working late
Carrying bricks for a house to make.
On this ladder climbing high
When I come down I'll take a break ,
I hope this day will soon pass by
Those building bricks just multiply,
Wow! Thursday now is getting near
One more night then Friday's here
I am thinking of that ice cold beer
Raising a glass giving a cheer,
I hope this day will soon fly by
On Friday night's my mouth gets dry
When in the pub I put things right
Away with the fairies all of the night
Monday morning it will keep
Then off to work for another week,
For now I am in this pub so nice
It's my Friday night in paradise

Young love,
Sweet as honey, yet leaves
a bitter taste lingering
rendering you unable to forget him
Leaves your core coiled
in knots
leaving you bereft of butterflies
that once fluttered
Excretes voluminous tears
      that never before existed

Young love,
every void filled
but as barren as land
you run miles & miles
until your heart succumbs
just to call him your man.

I want the warmth of your hand on mine,
skin to skin,
the creases and prints blending to intertwine
Your scent lingering like home on every inch of me
savoring this lust at a gradual pace
Your laugh is the melodious song
that leads me home,
when my soul is lost and I am all alone.

The slow thudding of your heart
something only in a dream,
beating the story of you,
a true work of art.